Lustre in Autumn Sky



The day becomes more solemn and serene
    When noon is past; there is a harmony
    In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
        Thus let thy power, which like the truth
        Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply
        Its calm, to one who worships thee,
        And every form containing thee,
        Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.

-Percy Bysshe Shelley,
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, 1817







images © 1997 by Randy Wang
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